Sammy’s weekend writing prompt is to use the word “nomad” in 68 words exactly. Here’s my go. Click HERE to leave 68 words of your own or to read the other responses.
All who wander are not lost. A nomad knows the land well without owning it. Loved land remembers and provides; we map the future for our children. Light footprints across cherished places can be followed.
What one holds is not the measure of who one is. Possessions one cannot carry are too great, a burden; false titles are costly. Green pastures and waters of rest belong to all.
What one holds is not the measure of who one is… Like this
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Thank you.
There’s more than one line getting leveled these days.
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The last sentence hit deep
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(I lifted bits of it.)
But thank you, I’m glad if it worked.
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All who wander are not lost. Amen to that.
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Mr Tolkein, Keith.
I think you were at school with him.
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Or maybe it should read “most” that wander….
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I found this strange but intriguing, written like a series of epigrams.
Thought-provoking.
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I found it strange too, almost didn’t hit play. But, why not? Thank you for coming by.
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I tried, but have only 43 words.
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Find the ones that should repeat to make your words a poem. Go for it!
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She struggles for identity
This nomad of the ages
Alone in her search
She wades through pages
Of uncertainty.
Happiness or despair
Impossible to judge
One without the other.
Beyond her shelter of safety
She treks through life’s uncertainties
Seeking insight and inspiration.
??? Having trouble from here
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Well, you can keep struggling, ’cause this is a great beginning. (Or I think tomorrow is Quadrille Monday at D’Verse; that’s a 44 word requirement- I’ll keep you posted)
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And add a picture!
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She struggles for identity
This nomad of the ages
Alone in her search
She wades through pages
Of uncertainty.
Happiness or despair
Impossible to judge
One without the other.
Beyond her shelter of safety
She treks through life’s uncertainties
Seeking insight and inspiration.
Daring to test waters unknown
She yearns for personal identification
While wandering with little guidance
Into the abyss of self reflection.
Goal: Discovery of self
***68 exactly.
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Whoa, where’d that come from? Did you post it at your place then leave a link at Sammi’s? (Just call me)
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I enjoyed this… so much truth in there!
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Thanks!
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We are all nomads upon this land. We come with nothing. We take nothing with us. Hopefully, we leave only good behind. Beautifully said in your 68 words.
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Dear D
I love the idea of the nomad not having to own the land to love it. Nicely done piece, full of truth.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you.
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